Monday, July 31, 2006

report

i am happy to report that i caught a break today.

  • my alarm went off at 0500 this morning. i turned it off, rolled around in bed for a little while, and then got up. i felt refreshed.
  • i took my time getting ready, and left at my usual time anyway. this included packing a home-cooked lunch.
  • i enjoyed a short and leisurely drive to work. there were no idiots doing dangerous things in the garage, and i got a great parking spot.
  • i arrived at work early. i didn't freeze through morning conference.
  • i did that one part of my job reasonably well today, as though it is starting to come more naturally. and i was assigned to work with a nice person today.
  • i got three new (long-awaited) white coats.
  • i found the post office and got my stupid letter postmarked just in time to get my significant rebate back okay.
  • i finally got my last password.
  • i took a nap.
  • i accidentally slept too long for my nap, but was able to cook dinner and prepare lunch for tomorrow and all that anyway and still get to bed at a reasonable hour.
  • i had two mini- ice cream sandwiches
sometimes it's just the little things.

i feel very relieved.

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surprise report

+2 kg

which, pretty much, is goal.

yay. whew!

i report it to you.

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Blogger d said...

that's awesome! congratulations!

7/31/2006 08:04:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

:D thanks. what a nice thing to say.

7/31/2006 10:20:00 PM

 

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retrospect embarrassment

i don't often sing karaoke. mostly because i have a really hard time picking what song to sing. and that's hard, because if ever i'm present at a karaoke party, there are expectations upon me to sing something phenomenally entertaining. that annoys me.

anyway, today in the car, on the way home, it hit me. that song that i sang at that party that one time, like two or three years ago? the one with all the people from church?

yeah. i didn't know it at the time, but that song was dirty.

really, really dirty.

i promise i didn't know. i had no idea that's what that meant.

honest.

ew.

but i only feel mildly embarrassed. because i didn't know, and so i didn't know. that's all. i just didn't know.

now i know.

and i'll sing it even better next time 'round.

just kidding.

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Sunday, July 30, 2006

a juicy, thick hamburger
a streak-free shine
a good hard backrub
a nice haircut
brown shoes
a lifetime guarantee

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Blogger d said...

what are six things you'd never associate with donald trump.

7/31/2006 03:14:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

ooh close.

but you're right. the donald doesn't do windows very well.

guess again.

7/31/2006 10:19:00 PM

 

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Thursday, July 27, 2006

a message from the future

[echoing] future... future...

today's word of the day is

RESPONSIBILITY

i covet your life

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Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

I hate the future at this precise moment. Which is slightly silly, what with it not existing and all. I want a hidey-hole too.

7/28/2006 07:02:00 AM

 
Blogger d said...

today's bird of the day is

CROW

"the crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw."

7/31/2006 03:12:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

k- hidey-holes are great. you could squeeze in here with me, but it might be a bit close for you. unless you don't mind.

d- i don't know what to say. except "bird, bird, bird is the word."

7/31/2006 06:06:00 PM

 

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camobunny, killer of blogs and ideas

1. dead blog

a blog i read died. i think i may have killed it.

no, it's not your blog.

2. dead idea

i was on a blind date. oh my gosh, i've been on a blind date. let's not go there. anyway, he was in biomedical engineering, and was working on several projects. he was pretty successful, career-wise, and so i assume the funding he had was substantial. substantial.

one of his projects had to do with kids. since i am a paediatrician, he told me a little bit about that one.

so see, there's this thing that kids get done by specialists in the o.r., under a microscope. he wanted to design this device that would allow a pediatrician to do it in the office, thus saving the patient, the family, and the physician time, trouble, and money.

i thought he was kidding. allow me to explain further. this procedure is done on toddlers. inside one of the orifices of their heads.

so i says to this guy, i says, "are you kidding? toddlers don't hold still for you to muck around in there! that's why you take them to the o.r. you gotta knock 'em out!"

his face fell. he wasn't kidding.

i think i killed a million-dollar project, right there, in the seven seconds it took me to say that.

the moral of the story?

don't set up the camobunny on blind dates.

muhahahahahahaha!

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Blogger P-Zan Leong said...

Well at least you've saved him the effort of continuing on with the whole thing. Or it could even have fine-tuned the idea.

7/28/2006 12:50:00 AM

 

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

by the way

it did keep raining.

it was better.

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another word of the day

this one perhaps more relevant to the day.

malcontent.

not discontent. malcontent.

excepting my material situation (and i don't even have my freaking couches yet), i cannot think of a single area of my present or visible future that pleases me.

this includes you.


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Blogger d said...

me?

7/26/2006 07:22:00 PM

 
Blogger saara said...

hmmph. i think i will beg to differ on this one, miss c-b. you're not getting off that easy. i make you happy and you know it.

7/26/2006 09:55:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

d- yes, you too. mwahahaha.

saara- yes, darling, you do make me happy.

but you're not HERE

7/26/2006 10:03:00 PM

 
Blogger saara said...

but i'm still in your future. and in your present. just not in your presence ;o)

7/26/2006 10:06:00 PM

 

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words of the day

there just happen to be two of them. i'll put them in order of occurrence. as in, when they occurred to me.

effete

maths

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currently

by the way, it's a healthy place from a personal growth point of view.

healthy. yeah. like oat bran and wheatgrass juice.

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Blogger saara said...

i miss you. and i wish we could go out and play in the rain together.

7/26/2006 09:44:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

oh! a friend!

[sobs]

7/26/2006 09:14:00 PM

 

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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

currently

it's raining, and it's late, and i oughtn't be up right now. but i took a ninety-minute nap this evening.

it's raining, and i want to open the windows, and feel all cool and dreamy. but i oughtn't be up, and i am too uncomfortable in my life niche. so instead it's hot, and stuffy, and logical, and works-based in here. and there's no room for dreams. and i think there may be mosquito issues out there anyway.

i haven't listened to real music since i got here.

i can't stop thinking about food. and heaven. heaven trumps food, by the way.

i'm irritable in a smug way. it irritates me that you may be reading this from a nondescript little place in life.

i don't know why and i know this is unfair of me. unfair unless you're judging me. in which case it's quite fair.

i do not feel lonely. i just feel dissatisfied. and ungrateful.

i hope it keeps raining for a few days.

oh hey, look. hope.

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survey

tell me how you feel about VPL and why.

a. complete abomination. wouldn't be caught dead with it.
b. don't see what the big deal is. it happens, and it could happen to anyone. no reason to be embarrassed or self-conscious.
c. VPL is sexy.
d. VPL reminds me of my childhood accordion teacher.
e. what's VPL?

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Blogger d said...

i didn't actually answer the why part, did i?

it's distracting - like missing a button... sloppy almost. and it draws attention to that area. not good attention either. if you want to draw good attention to the area, eliminate the VPL.

it's like a man wearing a nice pair of dress shoes and white sport socks.

7/26/2006 10:21:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i was waiting for more people to respond to this before participating myself, but then i remembered i rarely ever get more than two or three responders to my surveys unless i beg. and i'm not begging.

my answer is b.

i strongly disagree with a. firstly, the statement "eliminate the VPL" is easier said than done and shows a lack of understanding of the overall phenomenon. it is not a matter of good habits, preparation, or proper choices, like grooming, ironing, or choosing socks. it just happens, much of the time despite one's conscious efforts.

those who are anti-VPL, with all their concern over appearances, would have women resort to practices either uncomfortable or unhygienic? come on.

i agree that VPL is unattractive. but a) look at my face, not my fanny and b) if you're so turned off by it then why is whale tail so idiotically popular?

men, you're all pigs.

ladies, choose a more flattering, more modest pair of trousers.

really, that's not where i was originally headed with this.

7/26/2006 10:24:00 PM

 

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Monday, July 24, 2006

drosophila melanogaster

you know that quote about being able to catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?

first of all, that's not from the bible; it's by ben franklin.

secondly, i caught a whole mess of flies (the ones that for two days i've been trying to catch with sweets and/or kill with a rolled-up magazine) a couple hours after setting up a vinegar trap.

wait a minute. ew. this is completely disgusting.

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so we're agreed then...

7/25/2006 11:07:00 AM

 

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resistance is futile

while in search of the fast-food i happened to be craving (an unusual occurrence), i just so happened to discover the location of the church that i very much did not want to try* despite my parents' cajoling and ridiculous blind hopes for it to be the magical house of future bunny-husbands.

[*let's pretend that i'm black (i'm not) and live in seattle (i don't). the name of said church would then be "seattle black church". can you understand that i'd prefer not to attend a church that defines itself on the basis of isolating a single race? okay. thanks.]

"gah," i thought to myself. actually, i may have said that out loud. "what's that doing here?"

i did my u-turn and pulled into the driveway of the fast-food palace. that's when i noticed the rainbow that had appeared in the sky above.

please agree with me that this means nothing.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahahahahaha.

7/25/2006 04:45:00 AM

 
Blogger d said...

i wouldn't say it means nothing. what i would say is that it probably meant that instead of fast food, you should have had a bowl of lucky charms.

7/25/2006 11:06:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

'foo: so do you agree with me then?

d: lucky charms? i don't think i believe in them.

7/25/2006 11:48:00 AM

 

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

question

the next time you are enoying your favourite cheese-flavoured snack, i want you to ask yourself a question.

"is this really cheese-flavoured, or is it just orange and salty?"

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Blogger d said...

i have kitkat ice cream.

that reminds me. i should go have some kitkat ice cream.

7/23/2006 08:37:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

what?

does kitkat mean cheese-flavoured in canadia?

'cause here it's chocolate-covered thin delightfully cripsy wafers...

oh, dangit.

gimme some kitkat ice cream.

7/23/2006 08:45:00 PM

 
Blogger babblingdweeb said...

Speaking of orange and salty...and that's where the joke ends. WHAT?! I can't think of anything.

Gimmie ice cream.

7/24/2006 02:38:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

i don't know why one thing makes me think of the other, but i believe this was my approximate thought process.

you mentioned cheesy flavoured snacks and i thought to myself "i don't like cheesy flavoured snacks very much."

"no. i like ice cream flavoured snacks. hey! i have kitkat ice cream..." and the rest, as they say, is history.

7/24/2006 04:28:00 PM

 

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Saturday, July 22, 2006

lighten up

i needed something to lift my spirits.

i wouldn't say this quite did THAT,

but of course it's always good for a grin.

come on. you know the scene.



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missed

the show is going on. right now.

i'm missing it.

i want to blame someone, but i guess it's really no one's fault. not even mine.

dangit.

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i'll be here for you

[ring]
"sorry, i'm not home to take your call,"

[ring]
"i can't come to the phone right now,"

[ring]
"we're not available, but if you leave a message,"

an unintentional lie
is still a lie.

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Blogger d said...

how would you prefer the message to go?

7/22/2006 05:11:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

it's not the message that's the lie.

7/22/2006 05:22:00 PM

 

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underwear

there's something about the new fruit of the loom campaign that really strikes a chord with me. multiple chords, i guess, from multiple ads. i just think they're so funny. either it's something about my odd sense of humor, or they actually really are funny.

anyway.

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Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Purple grape gets to me. Although the real tear jerker is when Apple turns to the camera with those big sad eyes. I wept many times over.

7/22/2006 02:00:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i know.

there, there. it's... it's...

(sob)

hold me?

7/22/2006 03:11:00 PM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Any chance I get.

7/24/2006 11:03:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

thanks, baby. i feel better already.

7/24/2006 05:45:00 PM

 

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unsettled

i've that unsettled feeling inside me that usually goes away after i write something.

but i don't know what it's coming from so i don't know what to write about.

maybe it was that embarassing moment today. or maybe the fact that i went down for a three hour nap starting at 2030 tonight.

i guess. i don't know. whatever.

nevermind.

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Blogger Joshua said...

You basically just described my whole life. Not that you meant to.

7/22/2006 02:52:00 PM

 

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

question

does it make you feel better to snipe at other people because it takes your mind off of feeling sorry for yourself? because it makes you feel a little better than them, and therefore better about yourself? are you complaining to draw some attention to yourself, because you feel you wouldn't be noticed otherwise?

maybe you should look into that.

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Blogger d said...

those are great questions. i can't wait for whoever you were talking to to answer. this is gonna be great!

7/21/2006 07:05:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

well, it's sort of a universal problem, one that can be found in anyone, including myself.

so it's more of a public service announcement than a telling off. you know?

7/21/2006 12:07:00 PM

 
Blogger Joshua said...

Yeah. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm awesome. Look at me.

7/21/2006 10:06:00 PM

 

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distracted

says my male colleague, who showed me the ropes on call, "so. did you see any hot guys you wanna try to get with last night?"

me: "ha, ha, well, i wasn't really thinking about it, so i guess i haven't yet, no."

colleague: "what do you mean you weren't thinking about it? of course you were. how could you not?"

me: "sorry. i guess i was just too distracted by all the dying children or something?"

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Blogger Joshua said...

But were you thinking about it, and just saying you weren't thinking about it so you could shut down the conversation?

7/20/2006 09:56:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

no.

7/21/2006 12:03:00 AM

 
Blogger d said...

it's funny how different men and women are, isn't it? hahaha... ok. maybe not haha funny.

in spite of all of the dying children, men would still find time to look at, and dream about, the hot girls.

case in point, the waiter from waiter rant had a customer he was checking out when she first came in and then suddenly passed out from a drug overdose. as he was working to revive her, he still took the time to check out her tattoo on her ass and take notice that she wasn't wearing any underwear. we're pathetic creatures, aren't we?

7/21/2006 07:51:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

it's not just hot girls. it's any girls.

i wish i could just shake my head and say it's pathetic, but i can't. because it pisses me off. but both parties are to blame. when you walk around dressed as a sex object, how can you expect to be viewed as anything but? operative word being "butt."

people are animals. and it's usually after they've done something very animalistic that they want a doctor to treat them like humans.

7/21/2006 06:06:00 PM

 

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evasive maneuvers

i'm sorry everybody. i know it's annoying when i do this, but it's truly necessary this time.

against my better judgment i checked my blog at work. and at work there's one of those dang-blasted "autocomplete" functions on the browser, so when you type a few letters in the address bar, it pulls up some "suggeted" urls. so if you type "ca-", a common first two letters where i work, "camobunny's corner" pops up.

this usually isn't a problem because i just go in and clear the browser history, delete offline content, empty the cache, etc. but on ONE computer, my access to those functions was disabled.

no one will really be all that interested i suppose, but i didn't want to have EVERYTHING pop right up on the screen for any random browser-by who might pull up my blog. especially since i posted about work a few days ago. so i put in a filter page. that's all.

the history will clear itself in twenty days, hence the twenty day filter period.

sorry for the inconvenience.

i hope this doesn't change things between us.

can we still be friends?

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Blogger d said...

yeah, sure... what the heck.

7/20/2006 04:01:00 PM

 
Blogger Joshua said...

I hate to bring this up, but if we can follow the link to the hidey-hole, where you have all your posts up, then so can joe co-worker who pulls up your website. Of course, I guess there are a number of successive, random steps that would have to occur in order for that to happen, and so the likelihood is extremely slim.

My own anonymity is gradually deteriorating from my blog, and I'm okay with it. But the only thing at stake for me is embarrassment if people that I casually know, or maybe some extended family members, were to find my blog. I'm not a doctor, and I don't blog at work.

Not that you have anything on this blog that would really get you in trouble, I don't think. But I'm not your boss, so what I think about it doesn't really matter.

7/20/2006 09:54:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

d: well, thanks, i guess.

pt: but of course.

j: it's a completely different thing if you intentionally make the extra click as opposed to just minding your own business and then by accident you pull up this huge blog with all these posts on display. besides, the computer is in a place where people actually use it nearly exclusively for working (imagine that), so an accidental wrong click would pretty quickly result in a 'back' browser button click so one can hurry and get one's work done. what with the dying kids around and all.

and be honest. you don't hate to bring it up at all.

7/20/2006 11:24:00 PM

 
Blogger babblingdweeb said...

that's better than having to wait to pee on a stick to see if the coast is clear...yeah I hate those times.

7/21/2006 04:00:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

wha.. what? what?

i don't get it.

7/21/2006 05:59:00 PM

 
Blogger P-Zan Leong said...

Well, if you don't mind squeezing in with hundreds of other bookmarked links. It's not very roomy, so if you can bear it for the next 15 days..?

7/27/2006 02:06:00 PM

 

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Monday, July 17, 2006

bananas and calico

shoplifterrrrrrrrrrrrrrs...
shoplifterrrrrrrrrrrrrrs...


curse you, kieran!

it's stuck in my head,

and i don't even understand it!

curse you, i say! curse yoooooooouuuuuuu...

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Blogger d said...

hahahahahahahahaha..... whew!

umm... i don't get it.

7/18/2006 06:05:00 AM

 
Blogger ThĂ©rèse said...

*giggle*

Me either.

7/18/2006 08:30:00 AM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Ahh ma chérie. Welcome to the wonderful world of Ivor Cutler. If you have Last FM, I strongly recommend you type his name in there and see what further delights it throws you.

7/19/2006 08:45:00 AM

 

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happy day

1. i wasn't late today.
2. i knew the answers to the questions.
3. though i forgot to pack my lunch i had food to eat anyway-- a lunch from yesterday!
4. i salvaged my shoes. i have been fretting about these shoes, these shoes that look perfect for work and were comfortable and fit me just fine a year ago. then there was the year of scrubs-wearing and no nice shoes, and then i returned to these shoes only to have my heels chewed off, with resulting blood and ooze and whatnot. so i intervened, and did something, and now they are perfectly comfortable again. huzzah.
5. murmur clinic is fun!
6. i got home early and now i get to EAT!
7. and then i get to assemble some pieces of furniture. how i love assembling things. seriously. i love putting stuff together.

come on, folks. don't roll your eyes. the simple pleasures are what i have left.

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i know what you mean. putting stuff together is fun.

7/17/2006 07:59:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

yes... until the poorly made cheap JUNK that you bought doesn't fit together right! i mean really. this can't be because i'm a girl. it just can't....

wv: fqgglg

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Sunday, July 16, 2006

food casualty

while straining my pasta just now, the strainer lid came off and all my pasta fell down into the garbage disposal.

i'm hungry.

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Blogger yole said...

Also I am hungry...

7/17/2006 12:43:00 AM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

I think you know what you need to do. We've all been there - pick it back out and eat it. Hmmmm, garbagey.

7/17/2006 07:28:00 AM

 
Blogger ThĂ©rèse said...

I've done that.

Picked it out of the garbage, I mean.

7/17/2006 09:26:00 AM

 
Blogger d said...

before anyone convinces you to eat out of the garbage, please call me. i'll come and buy you something to eat.

eat out of the garbage disposal... oh god. i need to go sit in the fetal position in the corner for a while.

7/17/2006 11:58:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

yole: you're hungry too? then it MUST be time to eat. ¡buen provecho!

puffintoad: indeed. in fact, if anyone could find me the FABULOUS t-fal ingenio cooking system with strainer lids, detachable handles, and storage lids-- "from stove to service to fridge!"-- i would be oh-so happy. in fact, i will give nine hundred PricklePoints™ to anyone who can successfully guide me to the purchase of a set.

my disposal is quite deep, so i don't think there was a way to pick it out. it was about a third of a pound of pasta, so noodle by noodle would have taken quite a while. and as i was planning on using a lemon-garlic-butter sauce that wouldn't compliment the garbage flavor of the disposal, i decided not to do any picking. but thanks.

kieran: has everyone else really been there? this is my first time. guess i'm behind on the whole garbage-eating thing.

thérèse: oi. remind me not to tongue-kiss you anytime soon, you garbage-mouth you.

d: i knew you were a sensitive guy, but this surprises me. but seriously. first you give me garlic fingers, and excellent candy, and now this? i'll definitely call you before anyone convinces me to eat out of the garbage.

7/17/2006 05:07:00 PM

 

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ten ways to get me to stop listening to your sermon

1. use too many made-up words.
2. rhyme.
3. alliterate.
4. preach in anecdotes.
5. prolong the endsssssssss of your wordssssssss.
6. shout.
7. breathe too loudly into the mic.
8. repeat yourself.
9. use catchy phrases.
10. say something wrong.

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Blogger P-Zan Leong said...

I like the list. I would add over-enthusiasm to it.

his word verification sounds like a rap phrase : wuk-a-daqa

7/17/2006 07:48:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

oh, i can sit through over-enthusiasm. after all, that's subjective. one person's staid might be another's excited.

but that's the limit. when all these other things get thrown in, my brain tunes out.

7/17/2006 04:58:00 PM

 

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e-mail order brides

before i begin, i must say that d the candyman mentioned his letter first. i like how he replied to it. by the way, d, is there no "u" in the word "neighbor"?

so evidently this is now the thing. lots of people are getting e-mails from people saying they are young girls who want to get acquainted with people over the internet. most say they want to get out of their country, and maybe to find love. here's the one i got:

Hello friend!!! My name is Yuliya. I for the first time get acquainted through the Internet. I do not know as to begin my letter to you.
Likely I need to tell a little about itself. My name is Yuliya. I live in the city of Kazan. I was born there in July, 30, 1981. I have finished there architecture - building university. Now I work in building the companies. My work is very pleasant to me. To me to like to skate. And as I very strongly like to float. I the sociable, good-natured person. And as I am very romantic. I search for serious attitudes, and I shall be happy to study you closer. I could not find love here and I had to address for the help to the Internet. I want to create real family. To have strong attitudes. I know the English language more likely well. I think, which problems in us with dialogue will not be. I hope, that our dialogue will make sense. It would be fine, if I and you could make Friendship or more than simply friendship. If you are interested in me that write to me on mine
e-mail: [e-mail suppressed]
I shall wait your answer.
Bye!

these poor, poor deluded girls. what makes them think they'll be able to find a friend or more than simply friend here? there are plenty of american women who are failing to find love here already. we don't need any more to be imported. and a "real family"? whatever that is, i doubt they'll get one here. evidently we don't do that anymore; nuclear families are so 1950's. what makes them think they won't get beaten up, locked up, or knocked up and abandoned after a couple weeks or months? and i think it's charming that she mentions dialogue. i don't think the kind of men to whom she's advertising will really value dialogue. and besides, it appears that which problems in us with dialogue WILL be. and the serious, strong attitude probably won't go over very well either.

or wait. are they even girls? maybe these e-mails are from big ol' greasy middle-aged men trying to victimize americans somehow. ooh, actually, that sounds kind of funny. of course, i'm aware that these women are just trying to find a way into our country/out of theirs, and are offering themselves up as brides to do it.

i too am tempted to write back. i want to tell them that if they want to leave their country AND have a good life, pandering to men and offering themselves up as e-mail-order brides is not the way to do it.

besides, us single american girls, we needs our single mens.

GAH.

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Blogger d said...

actually, in canada and britain, neighbour is spelled with a "u". in fact, we add "u" to a lot of words... like colour and demeanour. sometimes we also add an "e" after the "u". as in catalogue.

i know this is an american blog, but sometimes i don't think about stuff like that when i'm writing. it's one of my biggest faults.

7/16/2006 02:05:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

by the way, i love the "we needs our single mens" line. brilliant!

7/16/2006 02:06:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i ask because you wrote about "neighbors" on your blog instead of "neighbours", and i got confused.

evidently, i needs me some mens.

7/16/2006 02:17:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

wait! i just re-read your post. god i'm an idiot sometimes. anyway, my first comment is correct, but i'd like to add that neighbor is the u.s. spelling. so it's technically correct either way. the fact i'm canadian and spelled it like an american... well, that's one of the things people like most about me.

7/16/2006 02:20:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

not me. what i like best about you is your garlic fingers. especially when you give them to me.

that, and your abilities to build fences and hang curtains.

7/16/2006 02:31:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

yeah... those are some pretty fine qualities i have goin' on. and boy am i handy to have around. but now i smell from all of the work and i must go take a shower.

7/16/2006 02:55:00 PM

 

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Saturday, July 15, 2006

okay folks,

i just commented on your comments. i try to keep up, i really do, but i'm not quite as good about that as some others are.

as a side note, no one ever comments on my most favorite posts. i assume it is because no one understands them, but who knows?

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Blogger d said...

for the record, let me say...

i don't understand anything.

7/15/2006 06:34:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

it's good that you're honest about that. gold star for you.

it's okay, d. i have some readers who TOTALLY don't get what i write, and then comment on what they THINK i meant, and are completely off.

i try to be polite to them but secretly i find them annoying.

7/15/2006 07:12:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

can you name names?

i like everyone who comments on my posts. of course, my posts are largely meaningless and the comments are what make them interesting.

thanks for the gold star. i knew my honesty would pay off one day. of course, i was hoping it would pay off with cash or years of hot sex with a russian babe... but i'll take the gold star.

7/15/2006 09:32:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i can name names, but i shan't. what are you trying to do, get me hated?

actually, those people are largely gone.

watch out for the russian girl. (you may be being generous with the word "babe".) you noticed for yourself she says "looks well enough"-- which could mean anything.

7/15/2006 10:56:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

and now that i think more about, i like all of my commenters too. except for that one internet marketer guy who tried to pick a fight with me, and the people who try to leave obscene comments, and SPAM BLOGGERS.

i mentioned it in the first place because i feel mildly disgruntled that i put my best stuff on here and no one responds, and yet a friend of mine (whom i love dearly) can post eight common words and get accolades and other forms of great praise.

7/15/2006 11:09:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

note to self... comment on everything, even if you have no idea what the hell is going on.

7/16/2006 07:21:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

pt: not to detract from the beauty of simplicity. i am a big fan of verbal efficiency and appreciate the aesthetics of minimalism, as you know.

and mosquitoes in your teeth is certainly blogworthy.

by the way, do you have a recipe for a simple crowd-pleaser? maybe something with peanut butter? i'm looking for something to serve at my wedding reception...

d: huh?

7/16/2006 08:22:00 AM

 
Blogger babblingdweeb said...

The things I post when I am bored...either with my blog or just in general...get the most comments. The ones I like the most are like salt in a wound.

Remember, sex sells...that's why I always post about candy. See, that's funny and it's nonsense. No one would comment on that.

7/18/2006 01:10:00 PM

 

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Friday, July 14, 2006

bed

i'm so ready to crawl into bed— yes, at this time in the early evening— and just lay there, and roll around, and enjoy being in my bed.

i don't know why i don't go to bed more often. it's so great.

and after a couple hours i'll get up, and then i get to go to bed again later tonight.

happy weekend everybody.

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

how you'll know me

if you're ever in the hospital and you see a female doctor with stupid, predictable, fake-looking highlights and a stupid, predictable tattoo on the stupid, predictable, inappropriately-exposed-at-work small of her back,

that girl will NOT be me.

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Blogger d said...

uh oh. someone has a problem with the skanky doctor slut at her new work. she sounds lovely to me... but of course, i don't know her. so i'll take your side. i hate her.

7/14/2006 08:36:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

gah. if you think she's so lovely, i dare you to go up to her and say, "i see by your fake-looking highlights and stupid predictable tattoo that you're a skanky slut. wanna go out?"

you know you don't really hate her for my sake. 'cause technically you don't know me either. but i thank you for your kind and friendly gesture in saying that you hate her.

i don't hate her. i just don't want to be her.

7/15/2006 05:57:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

do you really think she'd go out with me?

she sounds horrible. don't tell her i said that though... might hurt my chances.

7/15/2006 06:35:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

depends on what you mean by go out. i think she'd probably roll her eyes and flash a gigantic engagement ring at first, but if you kept trying she'd sleep with you.

horrible? really? just what most guys want, i guess. you would be interested.

7/15/2006 07:10:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

what do you mean by "you would be interested"??

are you saying i'm superficial and weak and a bunch of other stuff i can't think of right now because i'm hopped up on mile high mud pie dessert?

7/15/2006 09:47:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

no, i'm saying she's smart and has done those things to herself that interest men.

and you said it yourself. you like it.

7/15/2006 10:58:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

what? are you re-reading my comments? that's genius! i learn so much from you.

so yeah... when i said "she sounds lovely" - could you not sense the sarcasm?

anyway, you're right (yes! i said it). those things do typically attract men. personally, i find tattoos completely ridiculous and fake-looking highlights... well fake. she's clearly insecure. you should pity her. and never give her your blog address.

7/16/2006 07:29:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

oh, i don't have to re-read. i remember things.

d, you seem experienced enough to know that saracasm doesn't transmit well over the internet. so, in case you were wondering, it sounded like you were invoking the old but ever-popular "she's ugly but easy, and that's good enough for me" principle.

tattoos? they have their place. i'd get one if i were up for the commitment. or the permanent disfigurement. just NOT a stupid little thingie on the small of my back.

as for giving out my blog address... "the girl" could be any of those many, many girls out there with fake-looking highlights and tattoos on the smalls of their backs. and i hope some of them do read this, and maybe learn something about natural beauty.

7/16/2006 08:33:00 AM

 

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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

post-call blogging

evidently blogging while post-call (see today's previous posts) is somewhat like blogging while drunk...

except there are fewer typos.

okay all you pretty people. i will comment on your comments later.

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Blogger ThĂ©rèse said...

I'm not sure the writer of that post was drunk at the time.

Just sayin'.

I mean, there's no real proof.

7/13/2006 07:28:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

well, she writes somewhat clearl, well, not really clearly but one can make it out, that she's not. so, who knows?

7/15/2006 05:51:00 PM

 

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quote of the day

(i should SO not be blogging here and now)

why does the blood go to the lungs?

"because it wants to?"

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random fact about me that you'd never have asked

my favorite colors for highlighters are pink and yellow. pink for the big things and yellow for the details.

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Blogger d said...

interesting.

i feel like i know you on a whole new level now.

7/12/2006 11:17:00 AM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

That really explains a lot.

7/12/2006 06:47:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

at least you have a simple system for highlighting. some of my classmates spent an entire semester trying to figure out the system that one girl uses. i think she has 5 different colors that she uses while taking notes! personally i'm a fan of orange.

7/14/2006 10:36:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

d- i think that should be requisite in a good relationship, knowing what kind of highlighters she prefers.

kieran- more than you know, buddy, more than you know. i feel so vulnerable now.

claire- hieeeeee! orange? i guess that goes along with you being sunshine, doesn't it?

7/15/2006 05:50:00 PM

 
Blogger P-Zan Leong said...

I'm a one-colour highlighter but I brackett the smaller details. Does that make me an unsystematic note-taker?

7/17/2006 07:33:00 AM

 

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you know when...

you know when sometimes your brain works the way it was supposed to?

when everything makes sense, and the turning of the gears in your mind reveals to you secrets and truths? when your assessment is accurate and thorough, and solving problems comes easily, and quick mastery of new concepts allows you to start thinking outside the box to put your own spin on things?

why are those moments so fleeting for me?

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Blogger d said...

for me, it happens when i'm refreshed (like after or during a vacation from work) or when i start a new job because i'm excited and uncorrupt from the headaches sure to come once i've been there for a few months.

oh, and also when i steal the thoughts of intelligent people as they sleep. that's a good way to appear intelligent.

7/12/2006 11:15:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

puffintoad: i wish i could say i've had entire days like that. i have mostly had pretty good days, with moments here and there of smartness. i'm learning a lot of new things and i just wish i could turn the smartness to 'on' mode all the time. are you still having those days? isn't it amazing how different life is with the ability to use your brain?

d: are YOU the reason why i amn't smart no more? hey, that's MY smart! give it back, because i need it to save the lives of children with incredibly complex diseases. may you be rewarded for your nefarious thought-stealing deeds with the inability to recall your dreams.


even the darn word verifications are getting too hard for me! kzqqtujnsut

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Monday, July 10, 2006

previous post

well, THAT was dumb.

posting just to post.

[shakes head]

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Blogger P-Zan Leong said...

Well, I find the spontaneity rather creative...

7/11/2006 06:49:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

why thank you. you are kind to say so.

7/15/2006 05:55:00 PM

 

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uncertainty

uncertainty is an unpleasant flavor.

it's kind of bland, kind of faint like celery, only slightly sour and slightly bitter.

you can try to cover it up with other flavors, but it lingers. it kind of coats your palate and hovers in the background of other flavors.

someone give me some m.s.g. i want to experience this in its fullness and then be done with it.

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Saturday, July 08, 2006

blogthing

(my favorite part is "capable of random violence")

you are lightning


beautiful yet dangerous
people will stop and watch you when you appear
even though you're capable of random violence
you are best known for: your power
your dominant state: performing
what type of weather are you?

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

i am "sunshine" aparently i will blind people if they look directly at me : ) although the profile doesn't mention that. i am also a fan of the "capable of random acts of violence"

7/09/2006 04:45:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

oh boy... this is embarrassing...

i am "wind"...

Strong and overpowering
A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you
You have the power to change everything around you

You are best known for: your wrath

Your dominant state: commanding

ok. so not so bad. and mostly true.

7/09/2006 07:11:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

rain, sun, wind, and lightning. let's get together y'all, and have some fun. i think i see a little parade we can go mess with...

7/15/2006 05:58:00 PM

 

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home

tonight was so not fun.

i guess it was what people do. i'm not like that. i'm glad i'm not like that. i held my own, but it was definitely not my scene.

i started home in the rain at about 0130. i didn't mean to, but i started singing aloud on the drive. (i do that sometimes, reflexively, especially after a rough night. it helps to calm me.) that's when i found that i was hoarse from the yelling just to make normal conversation. er, not normal conversation. small talk. [shudder]

what comes out when i am singing by myself? usually the last song i heard on the radio 'cause it's fresh in my head, some church song, or a jazz ballad. so tonight, with hoarseness? (remember, hoarseness = sultriness.) "corcovado" and "cry me a river". (of course.)

i miss it so much.

jazz is home.

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Blogger CamoBunny said...

heidi, that is such a compliment to me. i do try to let my natural "voice" come out on this blog. i am glad to know someone hears it the way it is supposed to sound.

i think what it means, to put it in the vernacular, is that you get me, and maybe if we talked more i would get you too. it is always nice to find a sister who can relate.

now, when are you going to post some pictures of your knitting? : )

7/10/2006 09:35:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i also hope that you are blessed through confrontation of the fears that you mention. you know the song.

whooooooooom shall i feeeeeeeeear...?

7/10/2006 09:37:00 PM

 

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addendum

evidently,
at my new job, everyone is

morally inferior.

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

it's complicated



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it's also nerdy. and personal.

photo by cb, 2006

7/06/2006 08:37:00 PM

 

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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

physician, heal thyself

yesterday i felt compelled to give some important advice to camodidi.

don't waste your time or emotional energy being anxious. that anxiety can occupy your thoughts and make you freak out about every little thing. i don't know how best to do it, but what you need to do is relax into it. we naturally function at pretty high levels, and our anxiety only interferes with that level of function. in other words, don't worry about it; just do it. then it will go better.

it "only" took me six hours to realize that i seriously need to follow that advice myself.

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Blogger CamoBunny said...

welcome to my corner, mrs. mccrumble!

7/08/2006 02:06:00 AM

 

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Monday, July 03, 2006

scylla and charybdis

i may no longer allow my mind to dwell upon my usual worries, those concerns over my future that so often assemble to form a beast who haunts my consciousness and, upon occasion, grows strong enough, ugly enough to freeze my heart in a silent, hopeless fear.

no; no more of this, for today i got a full-on description of what my year at work will be like.

holy crap.

i'm paralyzed and numb. too much so to be afraid or even to throw up. (i'm not leaving the barf bucket behind, though.)

arriving home this afternoon i got this feeling in my chest, this sort of "i'm supposed to be panicking and worried about something, but there's absolutely nothing that will help, nothing i can do" feeling. i can't even consult an algorithm or formulate a plan (as is my habit) to provide me some comfort.

i guessed at that moment that this is what helplessness must feel like. up until now i've been playing in the water, splashing about, learning to swim and dive. i've trained in swift currents and gotten stronger. now i'm encountering this sudden whirlpool, this maelstrom, this all-consuming, swirling vortex of torment. i am going to be pulled in by a powerful undertow, submerged, my head battered upon rocks beneath the surface as i am dragged hither and thither like a rag doll, not to come up to surface for a year. a year. after which time i will be expectorated.

relief? perhaps briefly. but then— twice more. this will last for three years.

i've never felt like this before. never ever.

then again, i've never faced two such horrible monsters in my life.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

wow, cmobny, i get nervous just reading about your work.

7/04/2006 08:45:00 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oops, that anonymous comment was I

7/04/2006 08:45:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

okay. you've really GOT to start spelling my name right.

it's CamoBunny. with an i and two e's.

7/04/2006 11:38:00 AM

 
Blogger d said...

wow. i don't know what to say. how 'bout this:

if you go through a lot of hammers each month, i don't think it necessarily means you're a hard worker. it may just mean that you have a lot to learn about proper hammer maintenance.

7/04/2006 04:50:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

i don't get it. i mean, i do, but why?

7/04/2006 05:35:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

just random words of wisdom from jack handy that i thought maybe you could pass on to someone someday who seems to have hammer issues.

7/04/2006 06:09:00 PM

 

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

i wonder...

i wonder if finding a spouse is anything like selecting a car or furniture to purchase.

you try to be very careful because it is a long-term, high-risk, expensive investment. you spend all this time searching and searching, and there are just so many of them out there but nothing seems quite right. so you decide that even though there may be some things that you don't like, you are choosing to live with them because you perhaps very much like some of the other things.

later, every time you may be annoyed by one of these things, you will have to remind yourself of the choice you made.

i have no opinion on this. i'm just wondering.

you are aware of my furniture situation, are you not? and are you aware of how much i love my ride, my ride so fly? interesting.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

i wonder where you are that you have as many options for finding a husband as you do when buying furniture : )

7/03/2006 05:51:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

oh there are options. i didn't say they were GOOD options. not at all.

7/03/2006 06:03:00 PM

 
Blogger d said...

'round here, it's tough to find good furniture and a good match. so basically, i'm screwed... wait. that's not the right word in this context.

7/03/2006 06:32:00 PM

 
Blogger babblingdweeb said...

With furniture you are selecting something that looks good that you want to lay on, eat off of or sit on. With a car you want it to look good and get you from point A to B...maybe you want exotic though, or hot-n-fast...

I sometimes regret my large purchases so I wonder if I would regret my decision on a spouse. Hmm.

7/05/2006 12:36:00 PM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

I think searching for a spouse is a lot like stock market speculation. Or dominoes. Or really big cats.

7/06/2006 12:55:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

d- you're right; that is the wrong word. i am reluctant to try to come up with the correct one.

babbling dwight- yes; yes; both; probably. it's called buyer's remorse, which rhymes with divorce. actually i hear it's a point of maturity when one is able to live with one's [insert either "significant other" or "major purchases" here] contentedly despite inherent problems or inadequacies. i've heard it called "compromise" and "realistic expectations". but sometimes i call it "settling".

kieran- welcome to my corner! i dig musicians and guys who wear sportcoats. now, big cats? are you calling me fat? just kidding.

7/06/2006 06:41:00 PM

 

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i love a chaise lounge

and i don't care who knows it.


(no i didn't buy it)

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

at my new job

at my new job, everyone else is

wildly successful,
extremely intelligent,
unflaggingly industrious,
unfathomably talented,
flamingly competitive,
physically attractive,
accomplished, aggressive, confident, effective, efficient, heroic, outgoing, organized, and published.

(ran out of good adverbs)

seriously. every one of them. i am not exaggerating because there is no need to; this is my blog.

see this little thing that i'm doing? this little bunny hop-hop-hoppity-hopping? no, it's not a peepee dance. it's me wanting to freak out.

i want to freak out, but i can't. i can't because deep down i know it's a freaking miracle that i even got this job, and God has protected me and deliberately guided me into it, and caused me to appear to shine in all the other horribly hard jobs i've had and as an added bonus made all those other jobs not so hard. knowing that counters the freaky-outy-ness inside me somehow.

i also cannot freak out because, i think, i subconsciously won't let myself because a) it won't help anything and b) it will take up too much time and energy, both of which i must conserve for this next year which, i'm told, will be the worst of my entire life.

"but you're going to have a blast," they also say.

and this here is my barf bucket. you know, just in case.

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Blogger d said...

if everyone at your new job are all of those things, then they didn't make a mistake in choosing you to join them, because people with those characteristics wouldn't make a mistake like that.

face it... you're one of them. congratulations.

7/02/2006 12:16:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

oi. you guys are funny.

what if they need a "control"? you know, a basis for comparison? someone to make themselves feel smart?

what if they find out what a clever fraud i am?

aaaaaaaaaaah!

7/06/2006 10:40:00 PM

 

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unlovable?

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Blogger A. Klemmer said...

Lovable.

7/02/2006 10:57:00 AM

 
Blogger saara said...

a deeply loved.

7/21/2006 06:29:00 PM

 

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